Only the voice offering temptation was gentle.
Chris felt he understood why legends existed of humans being deceived by demons. Some temptations were hard to ignore.
“I’m fine. The remaining time is… ngh!”
“Let’s see. About one minute should do it.”
The end was truly in sight.
Unlike when he first asked about the remaining time, color returned to Chris’s face.
When trying hard to tame him he’d wilt and die, but throw him a piece of hope and he’d vividly come alive. The urge rose to mess with Chris’s head, which was probably still thinking he had to return to Northern Light.
“Your lips…”
Yuri muttered while fiddling with Chris’s lips. The thought of wanting to put anything into that slightly parted opening, rough from breathing, was irresistible.
His index finger pressed down on the lower lip and entered Chris’s moist mouth. Soft flesh and wet saliva entangled slickly around Yuri’s finger.
Chris felt something in his head snap at the guiding flowing from Yuri’s finger.
The guiding exceeded the threshold he could handle. His blue eyes clouded murkily. Like a baby sucking a bottle, Chris greedily devoured Yuri’s guiding energy.
Unknowingly rubbing his erect genitals against Yuri’s thigh, he clung to him like a beast.
Before long, semen burst from the tip of his penis. Chris’s body trembled violently.
“Hah, ugh, ah…!”
As strength left him, the sound of spheres flowing down from behind and plopping into the water was heard.
That sound pulled Chris’s mind back to reality. He hastily clenched his rear hole, but three beads had already fallen out.
Chris looked at Yuri urgently. He slowly shook his head.
“It was almost over. How unfortunate.”
Though he spoke as if regretful, it wasn’t hard to guess he’d intended this. Chris’s head drooped low.
He’d thought he could do it.
He hadn’t expected the clothes to be returned obediently. There must have been a reason for mentioning a bet. However, it was hard to understand Yuri, who detested contact with others yet could push his finger into Chris’s mouth without hesitation.
‘Was it… for guiding?’
He didn’t know.
As if lowering a lifeline for him walking a tightrope between despair and confusion, Yuri asked.
“How many are left?”
“Th-three…”
Though his body hadn’t cooled, his voice came out trembling.
“I can’t return your clothes then.”
Yuri clicked his tongue as if for him to hear. Chris raised his head with a pale face and voluntarily met his gaze.
“I can, I can do more. The bet again…”
He felt more miserable than a gambling addict who’d lost everything. At that desperate plea, Yuri paused for a moment.
Rather than feeling tense at that reaction, Chris felt hope instead. Because he knew that when Yuri built tension this way, it was a ploy to maximize the emotions Chris would feel when his plea was granted.
“This time, just hold the three beads well. Along with water.”
This time Chris truly turned pale. Though he hadn’t experienced it long, Yuri wasn’t someone who’d show mercy even if Chris cried his eyes out that the bet conditions were harsh.
“Instead, I’ll plug the front.”
Yuri said while smoothly stroking down Chris’s genitals. Chris nodded. He’d spilled the beads just now because he couldn’t hold back ejaculation. At this point, it might be better to plug it entirely.
Yuri returned from outside with something. He watched the object that looked like a slightly thick needle with some tension.
“Should I plug the front first? Or would it be better to fill the back first?”
“Please plug the front first.”
Chris tried not to tremble as he spoke. Yuri grabbed his genitals as he requested.
“You’re well-formed here too.”
Even before fully erect, the weight filling his hand was substantial.
“Big and firm… The shape doesn’t curve or anything. The erection lasts long too, so probably anyone you fuck with this would go wild.”
Watching Yuri speak such vulgar words with a composed expression and emotionless voice, it was momentarily hard to understand the meaning. This sense of incongruity was similar to what he’d felt when realizing Yuri Magnolia was Yuri Sobolev.
He looked like a man who wouldn’t know obscenities his entire life, let alone speak them. Like the surname Magnolia he’d used as an alias, there was something reminiscent of magnolias about him.
An elegant beauty with inexplicable melancholy lingering.
“Have you ever wanted to use it?”
At Yuri’s question as he brought the plug to the urethral opening, Chris unknowingly looked at his lips. Whether it was his imagination, the unusually red color was fresh and bewitching, as if it had stolen the color of roses.
“On me or someone else.”
Chris shook his head.
“No.”
“No other guide has ever wanted you?”
He felt something being pushed in from the tip of the urethra. Though the plug itself was definitely thin. Chris’s toes twitched.
“Never.”
Though it was supposedly for more stable guiding, even Luca, who’d been matched last, had once proposed a deeper relationship to Chris. However, Chris had never felt lust for guides or even the few colleagues he’d interacted with at Northern Light.
He’d lived such an ascetic life that it was strange he was now rolling in bed in heat every day.
“I see…”
Yuri released Chris’s genitals with the plug inserted. As the plug stimulated the inside of the urethra while moving, Chris flinched but soon became able to endure the sensation. He slowly turned and placed his hands on the wall. Though he hadn’t been told to, at Chris moving on his own, Yuri narrowed his eyes, and when he bent over and raised his buttocks, spread the anal entrance with his fingers.
The sight of the reddened flesh twitching was lewd enough to break even the greatest reason for a moment. The rear that gaped as if begging for more to be put in had learned pleasure from the consecutive days of guiding.
Chris waited anxiously with his hands on the wall. He couldn’t help being tense thinking water would soon fill inside. However, only Yuri’s blatant gaze touched his buttocks with no next action, making worry naturally well up.
Because it seemed Yuri would do something unknown.
The sound of water turning on came. And water poured into the inside of the anus spread by fingers.
“Ngh…”
He’d thought the second time would be easier, but filling even the space where the three beads had fallen out completely with water, it wasn’t necessarily so. As water kept entering inside, his thoughts shifted to the anxiety that his lower abdomen might swell up and burst.
“Now clench and stand up.”
Chris slowly rose while bracing against the wall. This time he didn’t sway. He was being extremely careful, thinking that if he relaxed even slightly, his legs might buckle or the water and beads put in back might flow out.
“You’re hard again here.”
Looking at the half-erect penis, Yuri clicked his tongue and Chris’s nape reddened.
It was because of Yuri’s guiding thick in here and the sensations felt in the sensitized inner walls. Chris didn’t want to be aroused. Because the stiffer his genitals became, the stronger the stimulation felt from the urethral plug.
“Don’t keep bending your waist and straighten your body properly. It’s okay to hold on again.”
At Yuri’s words, Chris’s wet eyes looked at him. Among the bet’s contents, there was definitely a clause that he mustn’t avoid Yuri’s gaze. His head was dazed enough that it was hard to recall that immediately.
The fact that something was inside both front and back was a big factor. Having to endure 10 minutes in this state was also quite burdensome.
To calm his angry penis, Chris began slowly counting. Though he couldn’t know when 10 minutes would pass, he judged that diverting his attention this way would make enduring a bit easier. Constantly being conscious of not releasing the pressure below could actually make it harder to bear.
“Mmph, hngh.”
As he tried to bite his lips, Yuri pushed in his finger. Startled, he pulled his body back and saw Yuri narrow his eyes.
“Bad habits need to be fixed.”
Though he’d started biting his lips frequently in a short time because of Yuri, he felt wronged that Yuri himself was now stopping him.
Flushed red from blood rushing to his face and genitals, he looked like a well-ripened fruit.
Was it because fresh fruit was precious on the winter continent? Chris looked quite appetizing. Because in cold seasons, flowers rarely bloomed and fruit bearing was rare. In the end, all he could do was reminisce about tastes enjoyed in childhood through canned fruit or syrups smuggled in through connections.
If Chris hadn’t returned, would he too have remained as longing?
Yuri didn’t know.
“Is it hard to endure?”
Though the urge to urinate was felt more strongly than when six beads were inside, Chris kept his mouth firmly shut. Though his lower abdomen felt heavy and his body seemed to droop, he could bear it.
